Ariana
Liam lies on top of me as our breathing comes to normal. He is quite heavy but I like holding him like this feeling his weight against mine: it gives me a strange sense of comfort. I am sated and tired. Wow! That was mind-blowing. I never know I would like being tied up and fucked like this.
“Are you okay?” Liam asks me while getting off me. I give him a satisfied grin. The blindfold is slowly taken off me. I blink a couple of times to adjust to the light in the room. Liam surprises me when he quickly leans down and kisses me fully on the mouth. I moan in appreciation, desperate to touch him but my hands are tied. He pulls away from the kiss and unties me. He holds my hands in his and slowly massages the marks left by the bathrobe tie.
“You were so good,” he says looking into my eyes. I don’t know if that’s true because it was really hard for me to stay still. I am surprised to find that he still has his pants on. I felt the rough material against my thighs but I was too turned on to mind.
I flex my hands and wrap them around his neck and that I can kiss him again.
“How was that?” he asks me looking into my eyes for the thrust.
“Good. Really good. I would like to try it again,” I respond.
“That’s promising. We can do more next time,” he tells me.
“Next weekend?” I inquire, excited to do this again with him.
“No, I don’t think we shall be able to meet next weekend,” he responds, I can hide my disappointment.
“Why not?”
“I have a seminar in Los Angeles and I have to travel on Friday,” he resplies.
“Oh! ” I murmur. I had almost forgotten that Liam is a busy man who has a lot of things to do other than me. Now I am wondering what I am going to do alone next weekend. Liza will be spending weekend with Mark, ofcourse. I could talk to Julie and ask her if I can swing by at her place.
“When will you be coming back?” I ask.
“Monday, but I think I will be arriving late. My entire week is going to be busy next week also. I have to travel a lot,” he replies. So that means we won’t get time to spend together. I pull my lip between my teeth trying and chew the inside of my cheek. So this week and next I don’t get to see Liam.
“I will miss you,” I tell him. He cups my chin in his hand and pecks my lips.
“I will miss you too, but you don’t have to be sad. I am still here,” he says. So this might be the last time I get to spend with him, and I want to make the most of it. In my head, I knew mom would come for graduation this Friday. If things went well, I could get to spend the weekend with Liam but I guess…
“Hey, don’t be like that. I promise to call you and we will keep talking,” he says.
“Okay,” I mumble, trying to hold myself together. He kneels in front of me and pull on his pants. He picks up the used condom and our clothes from the floor. I pull the duvet covers over my body and watch him move gracefully around the room. He puts on his shirt and walks to the nightstand to get his phone.
“Are you going somewhere?” I ask.
“Yes, I am just going to check out on lunch, are you hungry?” he asks. Now that he has mentioned it, I am famished. I nod and he walks out of the room. I have a lot of things on my mind to process. First of all, Liam is not going to be around for sometime, I won’t get a chance to meet him next weekend. My graduation couldn’t be any more boring. Being that wasn’t going to be around, I thought we could meet up and make the best of the weekend. Mom will probably come and go back after the ceremony.
I wonder if I should get out of bed and go after after Liam, but I am a little exhausted. I put my head down on the pillow and close my eyes. Liam is a dominant but he has never tried to have a dominant submissive relationship before because he had no interest in being with a woman for long. Does that even make sense? I thought dominants had it flowing in there blood to always be served. Maybe it is a choice, sho knows? Perhaps Liam chose to do what he wants.
I close my eyes and try to collect my thoughts. I can survive this week and the following week without Liam. I used to before I met him. Then I have to remind myself that now is after. After I met him, nothing can be the same.
I get his pillow and pull it close to my chest. His. He call me his. The way he possessively said ‘mine’ felt so right. I want to be his, for his pleasure. This is the submissive side of me I never thought exist, and I want him to help me discover it. He said I am not submissive material, but maybe I can prove him wrong. Maybe he was just saying that to dismiss my interests away. Perhaps if we have this a chance, we could last longer. I don’t want our time together to be with him. He says he can’t do a relationship but he has managed to be with me this long, and I believe we can do more. I am afraid I am putting a lot of hope in this but I can’t help it. I want this, I want Liam and for the first time ever in my life I want this relationship to work.
Though the feelings I have for him overwhelm me sometimes, I want to take this risk. He doesn’t promise me anything. He hasn’t said anything about his feelings for me but this can’t be merely plain. It is not a casual relationship, at least he shows he cares for me, I can’t be mistaken, right? If it was the usual casual relationship, he wouldn’t have wanted to meet me after our first night together.
Warm breathing against my cheek snaps me out of my sleep. Oh, I fell asleep. I crack my eyes open and find Liam looking down at me. My head is disoriented. How long have I been asleep?
“Wake up sleepyhead,” Liam murmurs. I smile back sleepily and lift my hands so that I can wrap them around his neck.
“I had a dream,” I say.
“Now?” he asks.
“Yes, and you were in it,” I tell him.
“Sounds interesting. What was it about?” he asks, intrigued.
“You took me to this party and everyone had masks on. It wasn’t any kind of party I have been to,” I say. His brows furrow together and he looks at me with a beguiling look, urging me to go on.
“I was wearing a black corset with garters and stockings. You held my hand and showed me around. People wearing playing and doing various kinds of scenes,” I tell him and his gaze turns intense.
“Have you ever had this kind of dream before?” he inquires.
“No, only this time,” I respond.
“A play party? Have ever been to any kind of this party before?”
“No,” I respond.
“Then how do you know? How can you visualize something like that in a dream?” he inquires, looking at me in disbelief.
“I don’t know. I have read and watched a lot about BDSM, because I took notable interest,” I reply.
“If you have this desire, then I would be the worst dominant if I let it waste away. I will see if I can arrange for your dreams to come true,” he say. I can’t believe my ears.
“Are you serious?” I inquire, with wide eyes. He cup my chin in his hands and caresses my cheek.
“I am a member in a group though I haven’t been active lately. My friend is one of the leaders. I can talk to him and see if we can be invited to their next play party,” he replies. I can’t stop the smug grin that forms on my face.
“That would be really great,” is all I can bring myself to say, because I am overwhelmed. When I told him about my dream, I didn’t think he would take immediate action.
“Maybe I was wrong to say that you are not a born submissive. I know it will be fun training you and discovering what you are,” he says.
“Are you agreeing on training me?” I ask, my heart doing summersaults.
“Not yet. Perhaps after you attend a play party and make a proper decision after knowing what you are getting yourself into. For now, I will only be doing mild play until you are comfortable doing this,” he says.
“I enjoyed what we just did,” I tell him.
“Baby, that is not even one percent of what is involved. You haven’t experienced the dominant of me yet. I am being gentle because I don’t want to scare away. If you unleash what you think you want now, there is no turning back. You will to be mine, for my pleasure. I would have to punish you when you don’t follow my command, and will reward you accordingly. I will inflict pain on your body, because it pleases me when you have marks of my ownership on your body, but I will also bring you pleasure. I will take you to heights you never knew existed,” he says looking deep into my eyes. That’s exactly what I want.
“When you are my submissive, you are under my protection, my care. You take what I give you and you don’t object it, unless it is a hard limit for you,” he adds.
“Do I have to sign something? NDA or something?” I ask, remembering that is one of the necessary things.
“That will be necessary when you agree to be mine, and you are well trained, knowing what to do. For now, that won’t be necessary. You can fill out a checklist later,” he replies.
“Do you want this, Aria?” he asks me. I look down at his hands thinking of reasons why not but none come to my head.
“Look me in the eyes and answer me sincerely,” he commands and my body moves swiftly into obedience.
“Yes,” I respond, without hesitation. His lips crush onto mine in a surprise attack and he gives me a deep possessive kiss. I want this so much. I want to do this. I want to be his, in every kind of way.